Tonight we fly

[dr_gregoryhouse]

Who: House, Wilson (closed)
Where: Another sailing weekend! On Wilson's boat again.
What: It's after Wilson's weekend with his parents, and after House's meeting with Cuddy -- a weekend away.
When: Saturday 29th April - Sunday 30th April, 2006.

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[dr_j_wilson]

Wilson had almost called the sailing trip off. He’d been a phone call away from calling it off a dozen times in fact, after the visit to his parents the weekend before. A phone call, because there was no way he’d be able to tell House face to face. If he’d done that there’d be questions he might not have been able to field with the force of House’s eyes on him. It was a phone call that Wilson never made, however. And now here they were and he already had the sinking feeling this was a mistake.

Sinking feeling, good one, Wilson thought with a sense of irony as he looked around the cabin

[dr_gregoryhouse]

Well, so much for that being a distraction. House actually looked concerned when Wilson didn't respond in the way he hoped he would, which was some measure of happiness. Who was he kidding, though? He had no idea what went on the previous weekened when Wilson went to see his parents, though even an idiot could figure out that it didn't go well. House had this impulse to ask Wilson what happened, but he held back, instead just watching Wilson's face from where he was sitting

[dr_j_wilson]

About to reply with a ‘no’, Wilson paused what he was doing and reconsidered. Maybe some alcohol was exactly what he needed, though the thought of getting drunk like he had last time didn’t appeal. Mainly because Wilson hated to think what he might end up saying or doing if he did get drunk. “Yeah…thanks. I’ll get us out into the open water first though,” Wilson said and went back to what he was doing. When they were away from the marina and Wilson had put up the sails, he accepted the beer from House and took a seat on the deck floor. Stretching his legs out, Wilson looked at his bare feet - he’d taken his shoes and socks off as soon as they were on board - and sipped at his beer.

The weather was nice at least. Warmer than the last sailing trip. Wilson turned his attention up to the sky before looking over at House. Part of him wanted to go to House, to hug him, to kiss him, to drag him into the cabin…something. Anything to get rid of this distance between them. A smaller part wanted House to hug him, to kiss him. To…comfort him

[dr_gregoryhouse]

Taking a seat on the bench by where Wilson was lying on the floor, House sipped his beer and then set it down before leaning over to pull his shoes and socks off. He balled the socks into his Nikes, placed them aside and then took his drink back up, looking down at the bottle in his hand

Later

[dr_gregoryhouse]

House wasn't sure what it was that roused him from sleep. What he thought was only going to be a doze turned into a nap, and he had no idea what the time was and felt disorientated when he opened his eyes. Low ceiling, cramped confines, a gentle swaying motion of the cabin. Oh yeah, he was on a boat. Blinking himself into further consciousness, it then occured to him that his back was pressed up against the cabin wall and next to him was a very naked Wilson. It struck him as both completely foreign and completely relaxing at the same time. Somewhere in the midst of dozing off, House had somehow slid his arm underneath Wilson's neck and was cluthing him limply against himself. His other hand was resting in between their bodies

Re: Later

[dr_j_wilson]

Jostled awake by House moving his arm, Wilson made an incoherent noise, feeling disorientated and groggy as well. When he blinked open his eyes and saw House there, he realised where he was and reached up to rub at his eyes. “Uh?” Wilson said intelligently, having to rewind the last minute to realise what House had asked. “Oh…I don’t know. Don’t have my watch, otherwise I’d keep looking at it every five minutes

Re: Later

[dr_gregoryhouse]

That was something House was finding hard to adjust to -- the way Wilson looked at him like that. It made House feel very self-conscious and his first instinct was to cover himself up, at least his crotch, which was stupid considering everything that had happened between them. He just wasn't used to Wilson looking at him in that manner, not after all the years of friendship they'd had. Taking the washcloth from Wilson, he eyed him as Wilson walked off the bathroom cubicle, trying to shake the vulnerable feeling he got from Wilson looking at him like that, before he turned his attention down to himself

[dr_j_wilson]

Coming out of the bathroom, Wilson washed his hands and then looked over at House in concern. When House left the cabin, Wilson picked up his clothes, putting on his jeans and a shirt, before pulling out a glass and filling it with water. Then he followed after House.

On the deck though, Wilson paused, taking in the sight of the colourful sunset and House, leaning against the railings. After a minute Wilson walked forward, stepping up behind House and hooking his arm around House’s body to present him the glass of water. “Might help your stomach,” Wilson said, resting his other hand lightly on House’s hip.

Looking back out at the sunset, Wilson took a half-step forward, pressing up against House’s back. He rested his chin cautiously on House’s shoulder, attentive for any sign that House didn’t want him there, or wanted some time alone.